Wise to the word … September 20,2008

The boy who stole my heart.

He wore an orange hat
The boy who stole my heart.
I never had the opportunity to learn his name.
Perhaps it’s just as well.
How could he ever
Have lived up to the fantasies
Of my day dreams?
No. This way he will always be
The boy who stole my heart.

He’ll never call me baby
The boy who stole my heart.
We have no past
No present
No future
Except in the fantasies
Of my day dreams
Where he will always be
The boy who stole my heart.

He’s blown me a thousand kisses
The boy who stole my heart.
And on countless nights I have inhaled
His sweet aroma,
As he slept beside me
In the privacy of the fantasies
Of my day dreams
Where he will always be
The boy who stole my heart.

Well, he never was mine
The boy who stole my heart.
I fell crashing down to Earth
When I learnt he loved another.
Now I only strive
To keep alive the fantasies
Of my day dreams
Where he will always be
The boy who stole my heart.

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